Saimon, Silence And Smile (Part-1)

There was a man named Saimon,

Who never spoke a word and chewed chewing gum

He always kept mum

As if he was dumb.

Asked him about his silence while

Walking with him for a mile

He grinned at me like a Cheshrine cat

And replied taking out his hat,

“I keep mum

To see the spectrum

Of all human

And filtrate only the item

Worth a king’s ransom.”

I was stunned by his response

Looked at him with flabbergasted eyes.

But he was still smiling at me

Again I asked the reason for his smile.

Smirking at me he replied

“Hiding the scars is an arduous task

But I have found the cheapest mask

That I have stitched to my face

Like a joker in a circus.”

Surprised by the answer

I offered him gold

In exchange of

The mask that cost him null.

“Neither can it be bought

Nor can be sold

Value more than gold.

Strived to search for the value of a smile

Found it priceless

And glued it to face.”

This was the answer

So hypnotic and magnetic

That made me catatonic

Or aphonic and I stopped questioning...